*Evangeline*
He lifts me into his arms and begins carrying me to the bed. I run my hands over his shoulders, his chest. I want to know how he came to have every scar that I press my lips to, run my tongue over. He has only the lightest smattering of hair in the center of his chest, and I weave my fingers through it. I kiss his neck, damp with sweat, nibble on his earlobe, hear him growl, and bite lightly. His growl deepens.
He lays me on the bed. The covers have already been turned down. The sheet is cool against my back. I am hot, so very hot. The rain continues to patter against the pane, so we can’t open the window. There is no hope for it. Tonight I will burn in hell, and I have never wanted anything more.
I scoot over so he can join me, but instead, he sits on the foot of the bed w
